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Friday Farm Favorites: Shhh….We’re Hunting Wabbits

Dash and Bizou

There is no shortage of rabbits on Green Hill Farm this spring. I’m not kidding! We are Plum. Covered. Up. There are big rabbits, little rabbits, and even teeny-tiny rabbits. They’re everywhere: running across the driveway, darting into bushes, chasing each other around the vegetable garden, sunning themselves on the lawn, hanging out in the sheep pasture, munching on clover in the back garden, and sitting under the window in the dogs’ play room—tormenting poor Bizou. We simply have too many rabbits!

Don’t get me wrong. I love all critters, especially cute, furry bunnies. But, lately, they’ve been making our lives somewhat stressful. These wascaly wabbits are driving Bizou and Dash to distraction, and me right along with them. Bizou is completely obsessed. Once in a while, I’ll hear a groan and a moan and then a whimper. This melodic trio quickly escalates into many high-pitched whimpers, followed by lots of frantic whining and running around the room. And, of course, jumping up on window sills—all in a vain attempt to glimpse rabbits. Understandably, this behavior isn’t good for Bizou, the window sills, or my nerves for that matter. So, whenever the rabbits decide to hang out under the windows, I usually encourage Bizou to leave the room, and I shut the door.

The other day, Bizou was so wound-up, running in circles and launching himself at the window to get the rabbit that no amount of verbal or physical cues could convince him to leave. After trying to get him out of the room a number of times to no avail and becoming a little distressed in the process, I was almost ready to give up when Dash came to the rescue. Apparently, his Border Collie herding instincts kicked in, because next thing I knew, he was taking control of the Bizou situation. With an intense look of concern on his face, Dash ran across the floor, gently grabbed Bizou’s leg in his mouth, and began pulling him out of the room. I was momentarily shocked, but once I realized Dash wasn’t hurting Bizou and was actually trying to help, I hurriedly encouraged them both through the doorway and closed the door. With team effort, Dash and I were finally able to remove Bizou from the window and the view of the rabbit—plus restore a bit of peace to the household.

Here’s the thing: We have lots of rabbits. So many, in fact, that Bizou never has to worry about not seeing another rabbit again. Just yesterday, he was intensely watching one of these cute critters at a distance before finally realizing there was one right under his nose taking a bath. Happy hunting, Bizou! 🙂

I believe you’re right, Lisa…about the rabbits and Dash and Bizou. 🙂
It’s like clockwork around here. Everyday, around 4:00 pm, a little bunny likes to lounge and munch grass right outside Bizou and Dash’s windows. I always know when he’s arrived, because I can hear Bizou making all kinds of moaning, groaning, and whining noises. 😉🐶

Such a delightful share of wabbits! Poor Bizou..teased by the rabbits and Dash is awesome to pull Bizou away. If those rabbits are hippity hopping in any Asian country for sure they will be cooked as food or hunted. I think UK hunt rabbits and deer🤔

The photo of the face-to-face with the bunny is priceless. We have a lot of rabbits too…and we live in a neighborhood. They run together almost like a gang of bunnies. The little ones are so cute, but I know, in the Spring, that little bunny will have big teeth and will chomp with delight my garden sprouts.

Thanks so much for visiting. 🙂 Those little bunnies are so cute. They crack me up the way they run around chasing each other! They enjoy our garden as well. I guess that’s the price I pay for their entertainment. 😉

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My name is Tonya, and I grew up on a 300-acre farm in rural Virginia that has been in my family for over 100 years. After graduating from college, receiving my master’s degree in speech and language pathology, and living and working in a small city for six years, I decided to return to the place of my childhood. Here, in this rural area, on this patch of green, where for four generations my family has farmed, gardened, and lived, I, too wanted to be a part of this continuity. As a fourth generation farmgirl, I have many interests that not only include, but also go beyond the basics of farming, gardening, sheep and chicken-keeping. It is all of this and more that I plan on sharing in this blog.